Jack
“Donatella! That's not language a lady should use!” I heard Nico Gambino chastise his daughter in the kitchen after she'd let loose a string of curses that could make a sailor blush.
I had just returned from my little apartment with very little luggage. It hadn't taken me long to pack my stuff and return to Donnie's bungalow because obviously a lot of money motivated a man like me.
It seemed daddy's little princess was not pleased to learn about her husband.
I chuckled to myself, a husband was exactly what she needed, a keeper who would keep her in check.
Remembering how she'd picked an argument in that bar with me after I'd saved her ass, I pitied her husband. I hoped he wouldn't let her walk all over him, I knew I wouldn't.
When the Gambinos returned to the sitting room, Nico wore a pleased expression on his face while Donatella was pouting.
“You're back so soon?” Donatella asked me as though I was a fungus, or a strain of Syphilis.
“Yes,” I retorted, “Did you miss me?”
“As if!” Her pout made her lips look way plumper, and I immediately slipped into a fantasy where that mouth was about to do dirty things to me.
“Now that everything's settled,” Nico smiled, pulling me out of my fantasy, “I have a flight to catch. Donatella darling, do try to get along with Jack.”
Donnie glared at me and looked away. The woman had the maturity of a five year old.
“Jack,” Nico walked over to where I sat. I stood and he shook my hand with a very tight grip, “Remember the contract, and protect my daughter well.”
I gave him my brightest smile, which was probably not that bright, “I will, Mr Gambino.”
Nico hugged his daughter, and then his entourage of men converged into the room.
“Daddy,” Donnie batted her eyelashes at her father, “May I come with you to the airport, please?”
Nico pulled away from her, “It pains me to say this Donatella. But you can't.”
“Why not?” Donnie shouted, stomping her foot on the tiled floor. I couldn't help but roll my eyes.
“It's best if people don't see us together, Donatella. You know this.” Nico explained to her in a doting manner.
“I can always wear a scarf and sunglasses. I have hundreds of those.” Donnie argued.
“No, Donatella,” Nico answered in a firm voice, “And that's final!”
Donnie sighed sadly, “Fine. Goodbye, Daddy. Give my love to Luca and Pieto.”
“I will,” Nico kissed Donnie affectionately on the forehead, and without ceremony, he left with his men.
Immediately the front door closed behind Nico, Donnie faced me. She placed her hands on her hips and glared at me, “Okay, fighter boy. Let's get some things straight.”
I sat on one of the plush leather seats, “This should be good.”
My response seemed to aggravate her anger as she ground out, “First, you're not the boss of me, so don't try to order me around. You tailor your schedule around mine. Secondly, you will address me as Donatella, not Donnie. Only my friends are allowed to call me Donnie.
Thirdly, whenever I don't want you around, don't even try to follow me.
Fourthly, my friends visit me all the time. They should be allowed unrestricted access.
Fifthly, never follow me to my college classes. Do you understand?”
I crossed my legs and smiled at her, “Okay. Here's what I have to say:
One, I'm not your boss, but I will give you orders. These orders are for your own protection, and you must follow them.
Two, I'll call you whatever you want, on the condition you call me by name, too. The name is Jack.
Three, I will always follow you because I promised your father I would. There's nothing you can do to stop me.
Four, only your friends who I'm sure aren't threats to you will be allowed to visit you, and there will be periods for the visits.
I hope you understand, because if you don't, you'll end up in a lot of trouble.”
“Oooh! I'm so scared,” Donnie's voice was filled with sarcasm.
I shook my head and stood to leave the room.
“Where do you think you're going?” Donnie shrieked.
God, I'm going to have a headache, I thought as I massaged my temple.
“I'm going to check the quality of the cameras you've got here. Then, after that, I'll look for a room to stay in.” I explained to her.
“If you're expecting a camera in my bathroom, you'll be sad to discover there's none.” Donnie taunted.
Without turning, I scoffed, “I'm not a perv, so I won't be disappointed. Not that you're even my type.”
The sound of Donnie's shrill curses made me laugh as I left the room. She probably hated not having the last word.

*

After checking the number and placement of the cameras, and the quality of their feeds, which were all satisfactory, I noted that there were three bedrooms in the house.
Donnie was currently residing in the master bedroom, which was sandwiched by the two guest rooms. I took the one on her right and went in there.
As I unpacked my hygiene essentials in the en-suite bathroom, I couldn't help but overhear the shower in the next room running.
“The rooms aren't soundproof,” I mused. On one hand, if the rooms were not soundproof, I'd be able to hear Donnie call for me if she were in danger. On the other hand, a picture began to form in my head, of Donnie's lithe body under the shower, the water caressing her pert breasts, while the steam obstructed them from view.
Before I knew it, my dick began to harden in my pants. I shook my head to clear my thoughts, but the picture of a naked Donnie refused to blot.
“Remember the contract! Remember the contract!” I warned myself. I couldn't let myself get involved with Donnie.
“Moreover, you don't even like her.” I reminded myself. My dick twitched, saying otherwise.
I immediately left the bathroom, and hit the bed, hoping to get a little nap.

*

The little nap turned to a deep slumber, as I realized when I woke up three hours later. I decided to take a quick shower and then get back to Donnie. I shouldn't have left her alone for so long.
As I entered the shower, I heard the sound of running water. I pressed my ear to the wall, and was shocked to find out it was from the shower in the next room.
Could the plumbing be faulty? I wondered before dismissing the idea. If the shower was broken, I was pretty sure Donnie would have complained about it.
I wrapped a towel around my hips and went over to her room.
“Donatella!” I called calmly and received no reply.
What if she's collapsed in the shower? The thought came unbidden to me. My heart began to palpitate with fear and I knocked again, more harshly this time.
The door creaked open and I discovered it was unlocked. I entered hastily, and quickly looked around the room. Like the rest of the house, it was feminine, and unlike the rest of the house, it was messy and cluttered.
“I guess order isn't her strongest suit.” I shrugged and then remembered why I'd entered Donnie's room in the first place.
I knocked on her bathroom door, and again I received no reply.
“If you're in there,” I warned, “Just know I'm coming in.”
I pushed the door open, and saw an empty shower cubicle, with hot water streaming steadily from the shower.
“Shit!” I growled, “That runt played me!”